Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malaysia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Terry Callier to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
The Fire Engines,
Excepter,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agitation Free,
Roxette,
Dennis Brown,
Skaos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gories,
The Buckinghams,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
One Last Wish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rekid,
Procol Harum,
A Certain Ratio,
the Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Tubeway Army,
Marine Girls,
Marc Almond,
Mad Mike,
Slick Rick,
Icehouse,
The Human League,
Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mantronix,
Drexciya,
D'Angelo,
Graham Central Station,
CMW,
the Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minny Pops,
Masters at Work,
Kerrie Biddell,
Juan Atkins,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funky Four + One,
Flash Fearless,
The Cramps,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unrelated Segments,
Yusef Lateef,
Mission of Burma,
Simply Red,
Brass Construction,
Pierre Henry,
Piero Umiliani,
AZ,
Smog,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donny Hathaway,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.